Natalia Kapretti - husband my toilet for fisting and strap-on

Natalia Kapretti sat on the edge of the bathtub, her legs spread wide, her husband lying face down between them. He was naked, his eyes closed as he tried to block out the sensation of her warm, supple skin against his face. Natalia's left hand held onto the porcelain of the toilet bowl for support, while her right hand applied pressure to her pussy, rubbing herself in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Ever since their trip to lake Baikal, she had wanted him to be her toilet. He had been so accommodating, so willing to please her, that it had only been a matter of time. She had taught him to worship her body, to kiss her feet and toes, to lick her clean whenever she needed him to. And now, she had decided that she wanted him to be more than just her toilet. She wanted him to be her fuckhole, her strap-on partner, her personal fisting device.

Slowly, she pushed her fingers into his tight, resistant asshole, stretching it to accommodate her knuckles. He groaned in pain, but she didn't care. This was what she wanted, and she was going to take it. With each push, she felt him expand beneath her fingers, his asshole stretching to inconceivable widths. She continued until she had all five fingers buried deep inside him, and then she began to fuck him with them, in and out, faster and faster, their combined moans echoing around the bathroom.

Finally, exhausted but still hungry for more, Natalia pulled her hand out of his ass and stood up. She stripped off her panties, revealing her swollen, dripping pussy to his hungry gaze. "Get on your knees," she commanded, and he obeyed without question. "Lick me clean." She placed one foot on theedge of the bathtub, spreading herself wider for his tongue to explore every inch of her drenched folds. He licked and lapped at her, cleaning her with the tips of his tongue, his lips pressing against her skin in soft, tender kisses.

When she was finally satisfied, Natalia sat down on the toilet bowl. "Don't you dare cum without my permission," she warned him, and then she pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her tight little rosebud. "Lick me." She spread her legs wider, offering him her perfect pussy. Her body shuddered with pleasure as he pressed his tongue against her, exploring every hidden crevice and sensitive spot. His stubble tickled her thighs, his hot breath sending shivers through her body.

When she was finally satiated, Natalia stood up and pulled her panties back on. "Bend over," she ordered, and he complied obediently, pressing his cheek against the cool tiles of the floor. She stepped between his legs, positioning her hard, throbbing cock against his asshole. "You're going to take it all," she promised, and then she forced her massive girth into his waiting channel. Through gritted teeth, he arched his back against the pain, trying to push back against the invading force. But she was too strong for him, too determined. With each thrust, she pushed deeper into him, until he felt like his ass was going to split open.

She fucked him hard and fast, her moans echoing in his ears. His body shook with each powerful stroke, his muscles tensing and relaxing in time with hers. After what felt like hours, she pulled out of him, leaving him gasping for breath. "Come here," she commanded, and he stumbled over to her, his asshole clenching around the empty space left by her absence. She crouched down in front of him and pressed her lips against his, sharing his breath as she held his face in her hands and stroked his hair.

Together, they cleaned up the mess they had made, wiping away the sticky residue of their pleasure. And when they were done, she sat down on the toilet bowl again, pushing out a stream of warm, golden liquid into the waiting water. "It's for your breakfast," she explained, her voice soft and soothing. "My shit is your first meal of the day." He nodded obediently, his cock still pulsing with unsatisfied need. But for now, he had to content himself with watching her, taking pride in the knowledge that she was his, that every drop of her precious essence flowed through his body, making him stronger, more loyal, more willing to please. Together, they sat in silence, basking in the warm glow of their newfound intimacy, their relationship now forever changed by the power and the magic of her toilet.